SO YOU WISH TO BE A BARD


So you wish to be a bard young one, well listen to my tale,
A tale that's riddled with success, and yet the times that I have failed.
A storyteller tells his tales until the morning light,
Each line and verse the one that you'll remember through the night.

A troubadour will sing and play to make people laugh or weep,
And feel the feelings he does feel, until they go to sleep.
A musician has the talent to make music with his art,
And let his songs reverberate to touch the mind and heart.

A minstrel must do all these things and do them very well,
But a bard must also do them, and between, 'tis hard to tell.
For a minstrel and a bard could be the same in word and voice,
But the difference between the two is a matter of their choice.

A minstrel's job to entertain, a bard's to educate,
To urge the men on for honor and love, and not for malice or hate.
A minstrel will sing only songs to please his audience well,
A bard must choose most carefully, the tales that he will tell.

For in your words you have the pow'r, to make or break a man,
And all his good and evil deeds are yours to praise or damn.
So use your power carefully, and wisely use your art,
For though they might prefer a minstrel's voice, 'tis you must touch their heart.

And if the talent is not yours, to move the souls of men,
Then call yourself a minstrel, and no dishonor do intend.
For when a bard does sing a song, the story they do hear,
And yet the choice is for a minstrel when the song must please the ear.

So entertain, young minstrel, or educate, young bard,
But either path of either life, you'll find may be too hard.
For when the storm is blowing and the rain comes down in sheets,
'Tis ten more leagues that you must go to sing for bread and meat.

And when the road is lonely, and you have no place called home,
Remember that it was your choice, to travel and to roam,
And when you think of lady loves and all the things you lack,
Remember sir, the one you always carry on your back,

And remember too, this one last thing, when your journey you begin,
A minstrel does not scream or shout to carry o'er the din,
A bard is not a storyteller or harper playing long,
A minstrel's job it is to sing, a bard's to be the song.